The man with the oversized umbrella

I saw you struggle. You were balding and withering at your core... I could see it. The way you were affected by gravity and the way the rain beat you into your own crater and the way your umbrella held you back. You were on your knees and I could see the pain and anguish in your face. Your down trodden facial features were sagging and touching the wet concrete. I saw your fingers tremble and your knees buckle and your umbrella hit the ground. You were weak. Defeated. Dying. Distant... I wanted to help. To offer my hand and help you to your feet but I was stuck behind the glass of your habitat that you were caged in. Watching as kids poked the window with intent to rouse you. They wanted to see something extraordinary as well as I did. They wanted to see you stand. They wanted to help. It may be too late...